บททั้งหมดของ CHASE ME, HUSBAND: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Irene's POV “What the hell?!” Olivia yelled.I blinked, recovering from the shock with my palm flattened against my chest.He almost fucking crushed our foot.The door opened, and he stepped out.At first I tried to form his figure before my eyes widened in realization.Durian.What the hell was he doing here?“Hi miss.” He greeted, flashing a charming smile at Olivia who glared at him.I placed my hand behind my back, hiding the textbook.“How are you here?” I asked my voice a bit cracky.“Uh..I followed you. Not anything like stalking.” No he didn't.What the hell happened to calling me?‘She called’ the tiny voice in my head reminded me and I briefly shut my eyes.Fuck.“I was pulling up at your driveway when I saw you get into a cab. Layla said you didn't pick her calls.”The Layla thing again.And she called only once.What was urgent anyway.“I was uh..kind of packed.”“Do you school here?” He asked, wrinkling his brow as he looked up at the giant sign post at top of the build

Irene’s pov Then I remembered how quiet he was last night and how he’d ignored my feelings.Pulling myself along, I pushed to my feet and stumbled to my closet.Dragging down the clothes, shoes and bag covering where I hid the pill I threw them on the floor, ransacking that particular place with shaky hands.When I finally reached for the bottle, I tripped over a pile of clothes on my way to the kitchen, scratching my wrist against the floor and I winced.“Ouch.”The bottle of pills already rolled down the floor. Clicking my teeth, i helplessly watched the bottle stop a mile away from me and panic hit my guts.I couldn’t get to it.Hitching a breath, I held onto my chest, feeling hot tears roll down my face.My room was in a messy state, my shoe rack was lying on the floor, shoes littered all over and my sheets rumpled.Then I found myself sliding to the floor before I felt a hard knock against the door.“Rene!” Even in my dazed state, I could hear the familiar bass of his voice.I

Irene’s pov “Stop acting dumb.” I slurred into the receiver, my eyelid growing heavy as I struggled to keep my weight against the wall.“Are you drunk?” He asked.“Come on, set carnepea here, Mia, hurry.” Layla called, her voice ringing through the cracked door.I was at the balcony, leaning against the railings, a glass of bourbon in my hand, even if mom lectures me about it, I was still sipping it.My bachelorette party was in a few days and Mom, Layla and some of her friends from the club were gggh about it, decorating my apartment and all.Mom wanted me to have it at our house but Layla suggested we do it in my own apartment, it’ll be part of my last memories as a spinster so it had to be my own way.“No. I’m… maybe…” I stopped, biting down on my lips as the rich bass of his voice stirred heat low in my belly.This man. I didn’t like what his effect does on me. I didn’t hate it either.“Oh ok. Just wanted to—““Don’t say it.” I cut in, hissing under my breath.“Don’t say you’re c

Irene's POV “Uh…do you mind? But I need Damian's house address.” I said.To be honest I barely registered the route he took when he drove me down his place talk more of his block number of name.But it looked like a residence, with estate gates and all.“You mean Mr Russo's home.” He confirmed and I let out a breath, ruffling my hair.“Damian. Russo. Whatever. What does it matter? Just text me the address.”. Frustration creeped in my voice but I hardly gave a fuck.I wanted to know why he was ignoring me.Slap him across the cheek if I could for making my mind a total mess for the part forth eight hours.Damn it.“Mr Russo keeps his personal information out of office. Perhaps you could ask him directly.”Shit. Was he that meticulous with his privacy even his PA didn't know where he lived.“Don't you think I know that already?”Aiden went silent.It only made me dig my fingers harder into my hair at the fact that I was trying to infuse human emotions into a darn robot.How the hell wa

Irene's POV Something cold ran through me at Mike's words.“A bulky case in hight school?”“Whatever do you use your phone, oh child?” Mike mimicked the old English tone.But I found myself digesting the information.“The bully case comes up every year around his brother's death anniversary. So I found out.” Mike said.Pressing my palm against my forehead, I felt fever run through me at it.It was like I keep getting to junction where I unravel a new personality of Damian at each step.More like a ghh game. I kept taking the layers off but it never seemed to end.“What do you they say happened?”“He got on the bad side of one of his victims and they targeted his brother for revenge.”“It happened back in Italy. Now that I thought of it, maybe that's why he permanently relocated here.”Was this true?How much authencity was in those papers and blog posts..But in the a small part of my mind, a voice warned me to trust it.The way he'd sounded with my dad from over the phone.The disgu